Special

We're all here to be special. And I guess that's what makes us so. We're different and the same in so many ways, we're all looking for somewhere to go. We're all here searching for happiness. For the future, for love, for gain. The things we have, however, remind us only of pain. 

The pain of loss, we're filled with sorrow. The pain of giving up, it's worse. For when we give up on our souls, they're filled to the brim with a curse. We curse ourselves by cursing each other. We'll never be pure and cured. For the only way to be special, is to join the bandwagon--come aboard!

We each think we're different, that we're special. We each think we're better than most. But these thoughts that we keep thinking, will forever haunt us as a ghost. We look to our friends and family in order to get what we want, we don't rely on ourselves, but each other, yet think it's okay to taunt.

We hope for others to treat us well, while simultaneously they wish the same. But no one ever does just that, everyone's playing a game. Some of us monopolize on other people's fears. Some things we do will make us sorry, for that's the game we play. We laugh and we joke and we hurt ours and others' souls every single day.